Saturday, October 31, 2009

Poem: The Survivability of Brokenness

The Survivability of Brokenness

The small barn lies to one side,
functional, yet wobblyjawed
as if one last wind,
one blast of cold November air

could end it's life,
and reduce the hard built walls
to a smattering of brokeness,
wood, nails and glass in a pile,

good only for burning,
flames licking high
like a funeral pyre,
and yet

year after year, the barn stands,
a monument
to the survivability of brokenness,
to the patience of buildings and souls

to wait for a savior
with the love and patience,
and more, the vision
to see beyond the broken glass

and sunken foundation,
and willing to apply their love
to work, to time, to love
this old barn back to something more

than it once was,
not just a building,
but a testimony
to the power of perseverance.


This small barn lies on Route 30 going into Manchester, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.



Shadow said...

seemingly wobbly and broken things can be surprisingly strong. if they have hope...

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

"Wobblyjawed" is a good word! said...

Love it.

fencepostings said...

I LOVE this!
I often wonder when I pass old, forgotten places - I wonder what stories they could tell if the remnants of lives lived could only speak!

I enjoy your pictures and words - they motivate me to see things in a different way and encourage me to think outside of the sleepwalking of my days!
So I named you as one of my "Most Inspiring" bloggers with the Honest Scrap Award. You motivate me and make me think and I look forward to you daily!
My post: Honestly, Its All Scrap!